Gabriel was enjoying himself he had found a new sport. Crate surfing! He fluttered his wings to regain his balance as the forklift currently transporting the crate made a sharp left turn. What Cracker Jack box did Romeo get his license out of? Gabriel couldn't believe anyone was Drunk, high or stupid enough to give this chucklehead an actual endorsement on his license!
That was as far as he got before he and the crate went tumbling. The crate not having feathers bowed to the laws of gravity and smashed open in the pit. Gabriel having wings and feathers remained airborne. He glanced down warily to see Connor and Murphy untangling themselves from the mess luckily no worse for wear. Connor and Murphy were firing their guns and taking down the Chinese gangsters when a pitiful little pop sounded in Romeo's direction.
You have got to be kidding me! Gabriel thought looking at Romeo and his tiny little pop gun. He was reminded of that Richard Pryor movie he had just watched the other night, what was it, Harlem Nights? Gabriel felt like smacking Romeo in the back of the head and telling him "Don't shoot that little shit no more!" Thank Dad the twins were shooting real bullets and not the BB's Romeo was shooting.
All in all it didn't take long considering how disorganized the whole thing was. Gabriel waited until the twins and Romeo had left. The aura of oppressive evil that he had felt at the Copley Plaza was missing here. These men were committing an evil act, but the darkness of their souls was mild in comparison and Yet Dad had wanted this to happen.
Confusion. Wow he hadn't experienced that since his days as a fledgling when he would constantly annoy everyone with the one word all parents fear, why.
"That's the reason you were always my favorite next to Lucifer."
Gabriel turned around to see his father standing there looking suspiciously like Morgan Freeman. "Dad?"
"Do you think you're the only one who watches movies?" God chuckled. "Besides I like the way he portrayed me. Maybe he got people to understand just how hard it is to make the entire world happy."
"Why these men?" Gabriel asked Gabriel asked as he knelt by one of the bodies. "None of them are Yakavettas or Petrovas."
"Not yet they aren't." God said. "But think about what they were doing here." God went over and picked up a small bag of heroin. "The Yakavettas and Petrovas of the world only exist because men like this make it possible. Men willing to betray their fellow man."
Gabriel stood up and looked at his father. "Why do I get the feeling you sent me to the MacManus brothers for another reason entirely?"
"Gabriel, there's a lesson in this for you. One you are capable of learning. Out of all my heavenly children you are the only one who understands the humans.
Michael has his head up his ass. Lucifer refuses to understand them because his doesn't want to see what is behind the facade of celestial beauty I gave him and Raphael? Well lets just say Raphael couldn't find his way from point A to point B without someone holding his hand.
You however, know how to think for yourself and that's because you are different. You are the youngest of the Archangels, you were created to be the most like the humans. Learn your lesson well Gabriel."
"Dad?" Gabriel said to thin air as Dad had wasted no time in leaving the building. With a sigh Gabriel went off to ponder what his father might be trying to teach him.
Gabriel was sitting on top of the world, well on top of Mount Everest. It's where he had been since his last talk with Dad.
Damn Connor and his stupid fucking rope! God help me, I'm gonna kill him one of these days over this stupid fucking rope!
Gabriel recognized that Irish brogue, and although Murphy hadn't exactly prayed to Gabriel, he still heard it loud and clear. Snapping his fingers he found himself floating forty stories up in the skyline of Boston watching Murphy and Connor argue while tying themselves up in rope.
They can't be that stupid! Gabriel thought and then he found out that they were. Keeping an eye on these two muttonheads was a full time job! They were as idiotic as the Winchesters. No wonder Castiel is so worn out! Gabriel said as he guided them through the window of Yakavetta's apartment.